Friday, August 28, 2009

I'm sure there are newer, sleeker models but the one where I go is old school like this one. The difference is the strap looks less like a seatbelt and the hold-on-for-dear-life handles are more prominent.

"Are you sure that's not going to kill me?"

"If I don't do it right, am I going to get an electric shock?"

"Hey! Help me out!! Where are you going?"

Oh, I know deep down inside my physio is going to miss us when we're gone...

Yeah, it's like the leg extension machine at the gym. Except with this one there's resistence on the way up and down. The reason I hate it: Mireille is expected to whip her leg up and down as hard and fast as possible.

I know... it sounds like an injury in the making. That's exactly my problem with it!

About this blog...

I (Mireille) am creating this blog primarily to capture, remember and share my experience with ACL reconstruction. It will be written from the perspective of my left knee because, quite frankly, for the past several months, my life has been all about this injured knee. It only seems appropriate to make it the star of the show...